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The fierce, azure blade tore through the air with overwhelming power, and the destructive blow it unleashed created a gale that almost blinded Isayama Yomi, who was watching from afar.

The high-pitched clanging of metal rang out, like the triumphant whistle signaling the end of a match, declaring victory.

Even though several blood-red flowers bloomed wildly on his chest and "Ugly Treasure's" body, Fu Heishen'er still looked astonished, staring at the giant sword spinning in the air, his mind still unable to accept the fact.

The top-grade cursed weapon—the Soul Release Blade—that should have been in his hand was knocked away and plunged straight into the shattered concrete wall in the distance.

Losing one's weapon is tantamount to losing the dignity of a soldier.

Whether we admit it or not, Fuheshchen was indeed defeated in this round.

Looking at the familiar figure holding a sword with his back to her, Isayama Yomi was so astonished that she couldn't express it in words, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Xiao Ming actually managed to defeat that 'Tyrant of Heaven'."

These four words represent absolute power. Fuhesh'er's title of "Sorcerer Killer" is built upon the bones of countless sorcerers he has slain.

For someone like Isayama Yomi, who is among the top-tier sorcerers, being able to withstand "Heaven and Tyrant" for five minutes is already quite impressive. After all, this guy is comparable to a top-tier sorcerer in terms of combat power. Even a top-tier cursed spirit would be no match for him, thanks to the top-tier cursed tool "Heavenly Reversal Pot" that can break through all sorcerers' defenses.

Being targeted by someone with that kind of power is definitely not a good experience.

Yomi is Fushiguro Jinji's target. If Isayama Kenmei has to be distracted by Yomi while fighting Fushiguro Jinji, he will be hampered.

So tell her to move away and not get too close to the fighting area.

"We've really messed up today."

Swaying unsteadily, Fuheishen'er coughed up a mouthful of blood. The pain from his wounds seemed to be directly affecting his soul, and his brain was trembling.

He tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure, but the bleeding wouldn't stop at all.

Fuheishen glanced at "Ugly Treasure," who was also covered in blood and barely breathing, hanging on his shoulder, and a hint of apology appeared in his eyes.

A dark, unidentified mass, accompanied by a buzzing sound, suddenly appeared from all directions like a dark cloud, rapidly intruding into this brutal battlefield.

"Fly heads? And so many of them?"

Isayama Yomi recognized these low-level cursed spirits, which resembled flies and had almost no offensive power except for their large numbers. The appearance of millions of them at once was definitely abnormal.

These fly heads were the perfect contingency plan that Fuheshen had prepared in advance, used to confuse people. He himself had no magical power, and his only weakness was the "Ugly Treasure" on his shoulder. However, such a large number of fly heads was enough to conceal his magical power.

He has never suffered such a serious injury since his debut. Even an iron man couldn't withstand it. Fuhe Shen'er is preparing to retreat.

Kenmei Isayama looked at the countless fly heads that blotted out the sky and simply murmured a sentence.

"These cursed spirits should be considered insects, right?"

Before leaving, Fukushiro planned to retrieve the cursed artifact he had left behind. That top-grade cursed artifact was worth 500 million yen, and if he left it here, he would really lose a lot tonight.

"A fly's head should be able to buy some time."

However, to Fukushige's surprise, this dense swarm of tiny heads did not completely overwhelm Kenmei Isayama as he had anticipated.

The vast army of fly heads seemed to have encountered their natural enemy. All the flies cried out in terror, and they left just as fast as they had come, scrambling to get ahead of each other, not even having time to run away. Even "Ugly Treasure," nestled on Fuheishen's shoulder, showed a human-like expression of fear, twisting its body as if trying to escape, as if Isayama Kenmei, who was not far away, was a terrifying existence.

"Are the cursed spirits afraid?"

Isayama Yomi was just as surprised as Fukushige when he saw their abnormality.

The reason why Kenmei Isayama was able to cause this situation is because

His special title

The effect of [Zerg Slayer]

Title Effect 2: The Zerg will have an innate fear of you, making it impossible for them to approach or get close. This effect does not apply to high-level Tyranid Zerg.

Title Effect 3: Increases damage dealt to Zerg monsters by 35%.

Previously, Kenmei Isayama had not fully activated the title effect 2. He suddenly realized that he could use it on these insect-shaped cursed spirits. So when the effect of [Insect Slayer] was activated, all of these insect-shaped cursed spirits were terrified of Kenmei Isayama, as if their most terrifying natural enemy was standing in front of them, and dared not cross the line.

The abnormality of "Ugly Treasure" made Fuheishen change his mind. He immediately made a decisive move, disappearing from the spot at an extremely fast speed without even taking back the cursed tool, leaving only a pool of blood.

"You can't escape, old man."

How could Kenmei Isayama allow Shigeji Fushiguro to leave safely before obtaining the information he wanted?

The roles of prey and hunter have been reversed. Kenmei Isayama now possesses the best hunting dogs in the entire universe, and Shigeji Fushiguro has absolutely no chance of escaping.

When Kenmei Isayama arrived, he saw a pale-faced Fukushige wielding a steel knife, locked in a fierce battle with three bloodthirsty hounds. One of the hounds had bitten his thigh and refused to let go, creating the first opening. Clearly, the once-spirited "Tyrant of Heaven" had reached his limit. Before long, three terrifying, blood-red mouths were biting Fukushige's arm, half of his body, and his thigh.

"He's the general, uncle."

Kenmei Isayama slowly walked forward.

Lying on the ground, covered in blood, Fuheishen was in a terrible state. Looking at the blade so close it was about to pierce his throat, and feeling excruciating pain throughout his body, Fuheishen, exhausted, collapsed into the pool of blood, giving up the struggle. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"My luck is really bad."

I originally thought it would be a simple order, a chance to regain my skills and earn some extra money, since my opponent was just a greenhorn.

But he never expected that his seemingly "ordinary" protector could push him to this point. All his attacks were blocked by the enemy's shield, and in the end, he was defeated without even knowing why.

"Can you tell me why now?"

Isayama Kenmei looked down at Fukuro Shinji from his high vantage point and said coldly.

"Tch. Cough cough. Do with it as you please."

Fu Heishen coughed up blood and foam.

"Someone offered eight million for that little girl's head..."

"It's quite interesting, the person who provided the money was..."

As Kenmei Isayama listened to his disjointed account, the gloom on his face grew even more pronounced.

Chapter 70 An Incompetent Father

This was actually a very coincidental coincidence. The person who anonymously reported the Cursed Master Group for producing humanoid cursed spirits was none other than Fukushige.

It's because these guys' activities actually included his home area. But Fuheshen doesn't do work that doesn't pay and is too tiring, so he reported it to the Sorcerer's Association. Anyway, these guys get excited as soon as they hear that a cursed mage is going to do something bad.

The only unexpected thing was that the executioners sent by the Sorcerer Association to clean up these curse masters would be the targets of Fuhesh'er's next mission.

He would use the curse master to weaken the target of the mission. He would not kill those who could easily complete the mission. He preferred to stab them in the back and kill them with one blow.

Fuhesh was a seasoned hunter.

If Kenmei Isayama is not around, then Yomi Isayama will truly be doomed.

"Since you already know everything you wanted to know..."

Fuheshchen coughed up a large amount of blood and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs. He was having difficulty breathing because his lungs had been pierced by the sharp teeth of the flesh-and-blood hound.

Even ten sorcerers specializing in physical combat, if they evenly shared the ravaged wounds of Fuhei Shen'er, who was torn apart like a discarded doll in a trash can by the three flesh-and-blood hounds, would have died long ago. But this man is still alive and holding on; the strongest human physique that Heaven and Curse Fu gained by sacrificing all their magical power is truly outrageous.

Fuhesh'er's cloudy eyes were filled with death.

"I'm really in a terrible state."

Fukuro Jinji looked at Isayama Kenmei's excessively youthful face, especially his dazzling azure eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

"Defeated by a brat."

"But they really do look too alike."

When he was still living in the Zen temple, Jinji once went to the Gojo family to join in the fun and was amazed by Gojo's extraordinary senses when he was young and experienced Gojo's "six eyes".

That was the first time he was noticed standing behind someone.

Meanwhile, Fukushige was on Isayama Kenmei's side.

This was the first time in recent years that he had tasted defeat at the height of his power.

I have never been beaten so badly before.

"As expected, I am just a monkey without any magical power, and I can only be a foil in front of these people favored by heaven."

He had lost all feeling in his limbs, and his body temperature was plummeting. Fuhei Shen was in the final moments of his life. He had been rejected by the Zen family and even by the entire sorcery world. He understood that after being so stubborn for so long, it was time to accept his fate.

He despises himself from the bottom of his heart, which is why he is always trying to prove himself.

This twisted heart has twisted my normal self.

"At that moment, I had already lost."

These were all his own choices.

When he saw Fukushige struggling to raise his hand as if to do something, Kenmei Isayama, with a complicated expression, waved his hand to stop a bloodhound from biting off the hand.

To verify whether Fushiguro Jinji was telling the truth, Isayama Kenmei used a mind-based psychic spell on him, so the man's emotions could be subtly affected.

Fuheishen's trembling hand reached out, slightly bent, as if trying to touch something in the air in front of him, but nothing came out. In the end, he slowly hugged his mutilated body.

This is an embrace.

On his deathbed, Fukushige reached out to embrace his deceased wife, a figure who existed only in his memories, holding his newborn son.

Therefore, the only emotion Isayama Kenmei sensed through Fushiguro Jinji's mental world at this moment was endless longing. The fact that this cold and ruthless god of death had such a tender side left Isayama Kenmei feeling utterly lost.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Kenmei Isayama slowly began to speak.

"No."

Fuhesh smiled with relief, accepting his death with equanimity.

But suddenly, a fleeting image flashed through Fuheishen's mind, along with a feeling of guilt, causing him to slowly speak.

"In two or three years, my little devil will be sold to a Zen temple."

"Do as you please."

He will pay for the sins he has committed in his life with his own.

But the child is innocent.

Fukuhei Jin'er's son, Fukuhei Hui, was born with the ability to inherit the Zen-in family's thousand-year-old techniques.

But would Fukushige, who comes from a Zen family, let his little devil go to such a wicked place?

Even dogs wouldn't stay in a Zen monastery.